Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1887-06-24


lay it down. will give you his ad-
dress"
Thank you,' said Mr.. Gould, as the
thermometer in the next room sudden
ly froze up and burst with Il loud re-
port. And now, if you will excuse
me from ohsetting my time, which is
worth $500 "A minute, against yours,
which Judge to be worth about 81 per
week. l will bid you good morning"
He then held the door open for me,
and shortly after that l came away.
There were three reasons why did not
rmain, but the principal reason was
that | did not think he wanted me to
do so.
And so l came away and left I'M.
There was little else that | could say
after that.
1t is not the first time that Western
man has been treated with considera-
ton in his own section, only to be
frowned upon and frozen when he
meets the same man in New York.
Mr.. Gould is below medium height,
and is likely to remain so through life.
His countenance wears a crafty eX
preston. and yet he allowed himself to
be April-fooled by genial little party
of gentlemen from Boston. who sailed
the Central Branch of the Union Pacf-
ic by holding back all the freight
for two weeks in order to have it OH
the road while Jay was examining the
property.
Jay Gould would attract very little
attention here on the streets, but he
would certainly be looked upon wi tn
! suspicion in Paradise. A man who
would fail to remember that he had 81
| 900, 900 that belongs to the Erie road,
/ but who does not fail TO remember
whenever he paid his own hotel bills at
Washington, is the kind of man who
would pull up and pawn the pavements
of Paradise within thirty days after he
! got there.
After looking over the above state
ment carefully, feel called upon, in
justice to myself, to state that DIR.
Burchard did not assist me in construct
ing the last sentence.
For those BOYS who wish to emulate
the example of Jay Gould. the example
of Jay Gould is good example for
them TO emulate.
If any little boy in New York on this
beautiful Sabbath morning desires to
jeopardize his immortal soul IN order
to be beyond the reach of want. and ride
gayly over the sunlit pillows whore the
cruel fangs of the EXCISE law cannot
reach him, let him cult vate a lop-sided
memory, swap friends for funds and
wise counsel for crooked counsels.
If had thought of all this as | came
down the front steps at Irvington the
other day, | would have said it to Mr.
Gould; but / did not think of it until |
got home. A mans best thoughts
frequently come to him too late for
publ ication.
But the name of Jay Gould VIII not 60
down to future generations linked with
those of Howard aud Wilberforce. 1t
will not 90 very far away. In this age
of millionaires. n millionaire more or
less does not count very much. and
only the good millionair res who baptize
and beautify their wealth in the eternal
sunlight of unselfishness will have any
claim on Immortality.
In this period of progress and high
grade civilization, when Satan takes
humanity up TO the top of a high
mountain and shows his railroads and
his kerosene oil and his distilleries and
his Golfers filled with pure lard, and
says: "All this will give for seat in
the Senate. common millionaire with
no originality of design does not excite
any more curiosity on Broadway than
n young man who is led about by lit
tie ecru dog.
do not wish TO crush capital with
labor, or to further intensity the feeling
whice already exists between the two.
for | am land holder and taxpayer
myself, but | say that the man who
never m xes up with the common peo-
pie unless he is summoned to explain
something and shake the moths out of
his memory will some day. when the
grass grows green over his own grave,
find himself confronted by the same
kind of memory on the part of man
kind.
do not say all this because l was
treated in an off-hand manner by Mr..
Could but because / think it ought TO
be said.
AS ! said before, Jay Gould is con-
siderably below the medium height and
| am not going to take it back.
He is a man who will some day sit out
on the corner of new-laid planet with
his little pink railroad map on his knee,
and ask where am / ?" and the echoes
from every musty corner of masmatic